Dublin: The mad 12 hour Txiki Christmas Challenge – Number 10

10 Georgian Doorways

Just how much can you do and see in Dublin in 12 hours? On Wednesday 13th December I found out. You can see why I did what I did by clicking here.

And to start with I’d like to thank Jen (@sidewalksafari) and Scott who invited me for breakfast and gave me some great tips for exploring the city – more about them when we get to Number 8!

Over 12 days I’m posting about my adventure with the final piece released on Christmas Day. It’s sort of like the 12 days of Christmas…but not. Some of the posts will be traditionally ‘Dublin’, others a little quirky, one or two a touch contrived, some obvious and others less so. Hopefully all of them will be mildly interesting. The intention is that there is something for everyone. So here goes my Day 3 post!

10 Georgian Doorways

10 Doorways

And so onto something very typically Dublin. I think it was Dr J who suggested this idea. And what a splendid idea it was and so easy to achieve a high number. It links nicely to Number 11 below with the video of the seagull destroying a bin bag on a Georgian doorstep.

Young Tom should be especially proud of me for this one. From the age of about 18 months he would declare that he liked a place, even in less than salubrious surroundings, due to the quality of the doors. I hope he reads this and goes a little crimson!

From the collage above you can see that I went to try and find 10 different coloured doors. With literally thousands to choose from, again it is a relatively straightforward task. To make it a little more challenging I tried to get them from a number of different streets both north and south of the river. It did surprise me just how many areas of the city had well-preserved architecture from the same period.

I thought a collage of the more colourful examples would probably be a little more interesting and less tedious than 10 individual shots (although the resolution isn’t quite the same).

Of course, not every Georgian doorway in Dublin has been preserved or restored with love and affection as in the examples above. The Parkway B&B on Gardiner Place just a few yards away from Croke Park shows just how you can ruin period features with modern additions.

Parkway Door

And then there are doorways that just have an unloved appearance. This one in particular caught my eye – hopefully one day someone will restore it to the glory of yesteryear.

Unloved doorway

And so to my final photo of the day and my personal favourite.

Door 69

I’ll let you make your own mind up as to what I like about it but I’m not known as ‘txiki’ Stu for nothing!

 

11 Feckin’ Seagulls

Seagulls

But there’s only 9 in the photo I hear you say. The other 2 are a little further down the page. In truth I probably saw 111 over the whole day, but I only captured 11 on film.

And it was while taking this photo that I encountered something stereo-typically Dublin.

As I crouched down with my phone, a voice from behind called out, “Will yer take it easy dere fella, them feckin’ greedy ba****ds will have da phone off yer in a flash. They’ll try an eat anythin’ the huge greedy feckers.”

I turned round and smiled but the chap had already moved on to interact with the next person along the quayside.

Undeterred, I thought I would try to capture one in slow motion, which actually made it look more graceful than intimidating.

But it wasn’t long before I truly understood what that guy was talking about. Away from the Liffey, just off Merrion Square, I happened upon the noise of the seagull before I saw it. And it wasn’t the high-pitched squeal you might imagine. Instead, it was the peck, peck, peck at somebody’s waste bag.

I hope it was worth it. The greedy fecker.

And so that brings Number 11 to a close. It’s only a short piece but hopefully on the right side of entertaining. Bet you can’t wait for Number 10. I just have to decide what it is now…

Txiki Stu

 

12 miles walked

12 miles walked

Number 12 was always going to be miles walked. I had to set myself a fairly tough challenge and so walking around Dublin required the biggest number. Some of the other numbers are still being decided and there are a few ideas that could have but didn’t make the list. More on those throughout the post.

So how far does 12 miles actually get you around the Irish capital?

The answer is more than you might think, but I did cheat slightly by actually walking 14.6 miles in Dublin and 16.9 miles in the day as a whole.

These were the two readings that I took in the morning and evening at Dublin Airport and here is how that translates into my movement around the ‘town of the hurdled ford.’

Map

I’m not going to peak too early and give everything away today. Over the next 12 days you will get a good idea of what a fun-filled, action-packed day it was.

Footwear & Weather

As you can see, while I missed a fair amount, I managed to cover most of the principal areas – a feat which rendered my feet fairly useless the following morning. In general the limbs coped fairly well. Knowing in advance my intentions, I carefully selected my most comfortable pair of trainers.

Shoes

Alas, they are not particularly weatherproof and so my feet gradually became more and more drenched as the day wore on. I bet the Barefoot Backpacker doesn’t have these issues!

The middle part of the day was bright and sunny but the start and end were characterised by driving rain and sleet, together with a morning wind which rendered an umbrella just about useless.

The other failing of my footwear was the lack of grip by the soles on some of the paved surfaces. Number 12 could have equally been ’12 Bambi moments’ as I repeatedly went ‘a**e over t*t’ as they say in northern parts. As a result, you start to walk with a different gait, naively trying to grip the floor like an animal might. The result – more aches and pains. But I’m not complaining – every good adventure should leave at least a couple of scars.

To get an idea of the the worst that the weather elf would throw at me, just take a look at the photo of the driving rain taken through the Airlink bus window in the morning.

Bus

Number 1 could have been ‘1 Landing in a Blizzard’ as out return to East Midlands certainly was, but:

  1. I have other plans for the final post
  2. It happened on the day, but not in Dublin

Ryanair

I must give a shout out to the Ryanair captain – given the circumstances, the landing was exceptionally smooth. All character-building stuff.

North v South

As a first time visitor to the city, let me start by saying that I found it truly interesting, full of character and I had the most fabulous day. I’m sure I’ll be back again for a longer stay, almost certainly with Mrs L.

I’m not going into too much detail just yet but my quick observation of the city centre was of more deprivation North of the Liffey. I never felt threatened as such, partly due to the pace I was keeping up. But there were certain areas that had a grittier feel, a higher proportion of pyjama-wearing locals on the streets and groups of youths offering the potential of menace to others.

I would never shy away from visiting such areas and hope that I can blend in to the background like a social chameleon. This isn’t to gawp at people or draw a condescending opinion on a particular way of life. For me it’s about understanding that a city, and life in that city, is more than the sanitised tourist attractions signposted for the masses.

One of the benefits of my slippy footwear was that my view had to constantly shift from trying to take in as much of my surroundings to what was beneath my feet. It might not be scientific, but I only encountered dog mess on the pavement (or sidewalk as my new Dublin-based blogger buddy would say it – more about that another day) North of the river. And there was quite a bit. So much so that I did start to wonder if the signs erected were trying to contain fly-tipping or warning local dog-owners.

Dumping 1

Dumping 2

By contrast, I found that my wanderings in the south were in more genteel neighbourhoods. This wasn’t my intention and perhaps it was purely by chance that the roads leading towards the Ballsbridge area were leafy affairs. The biggest problem I had there was puddles rather than poo!

Next up

And so, this is the end of Part 1, or should it be Part 12? Number 11 will be published tomorrow, probably in the morning. Tomorrow evening is our work Christmas Party. Things may well get a little messy and the likelihood of a drunken post making any sense outside of my own head would be nothing short of a miracle. On the other had, it’s that time of year and so I might just give it a whirl!

Any guesses as to the detail of Number 11? No prizes, just the satisfaction or worrying realisation that you might be on the same wavelength.

Until tomorrow, thanks a million for reading…

Txiki Stu

 

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The 12 hour Dublin Txiki Challenge

Just how much can you do and see in Dublin in 12 hours? On Wednesday 13th December I’ll find out.

Origin of the challenge

The start of December and I have to use my final day of annual leave before Christmas. Mrs L and Tom are both at school, the former working at one rather than still studying at the age of…. I’d better not go there! Despite her protestations that I should use the time to clean the house for a change, I have other ideas.

Where could I go for the day? Could I spend next to nothing (relatively)? How much fun can I have? And how can I blog about it in a quirky and mildly interesting manner?

I managed to bag return flights from East Midlands to Dublin with Ryanair for the princely sum of £19.98. Car parking for the day is chuffin’ more than the flights – even discounted I’m being robbed of £25. Thanks East Midlands Airport!

Dublin

I’ve flown into Dublin a couple of times before but never been in to the city. That’s about to change in a big way.

The plan

My flight arrives at 07.40 with the return scheduled for 19.40. That’s exactly 12 hours. Obviously I won’t have the whole time in the city but hey, it fits with the title of the challenge. And I’m sure that the winter weather may have a say in the actual length of stay. It is also 12 days before Christmas and so that got me thinking.

 

Why not do a ’12 things of Dublin’ just like the ’12 Days of Christmas’ but not?! Fellow traveller and good friend Mrs G also suggested that I could release a different element of the blog each day in the run up to the arrival of Santa’s sack. Brilliant, absolute genius.

The Dublin 12

I had a few ideas for different elements that could make up my 12 and I’ve had some great input from the twitterverse. I’ve also had some suggestions from @louisbink that I’m going to struggle with:

11 shots of Jameson can’t make it on to the list because I’ll be driving back from the airport in the evening

And 6 fist-fights with leprechauns might be a bit of a struggle and the physical death of me

So here is the draft, partial list of adventures that I’m planning (yes, I am aware that there are only 11 listed) so far with only one definitive number against any of them. I’m going to need an element of flexibility and besides, there needs to be a little bit of mystery and suspense left for the actual blog.

  • 12 miles walked (and blisters gained no doubt)
  • Liffey bridges crossed
  • Pieces of street art
  • Celtic crosses
  • Pubs beginning with ‘O…’
  • Irish breakfast items
  • Pints (or halves) of Guinness
  • Trinity College something or other!?
  • Modes of transport used
  • Independent coffee shops
  • Sporting stadia – can I get in to Croke Park and/or Aviva Stadium without paying for a full tour??

Thanks to @wanderlustadvocate @kate_frankie @vickyinglis13 @twobritsabroad @travelnpack @sidewalksafari and others for all the ideas so far.

And I’m really hoping that I can do something special for the number 1 to be released on Christmas Day. Maybe a meet-up with a famous Dubliner? If anyone has any other ideas or can help in any way, please get in touch, I’d be eternally grateful!

I’ll be tweeting all day from Dublin on Wednesday with the first part of the post going live on Thursday. I hope it lives up to expectations and it brightens the day of anyone (hopefully it will be more than just Mrs L) who stumbles across it.

Thanks

Stu

 

 

 

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